ON THE COAST OF AERAN 175 



broken and uncertain, sometimes on the turf, 

 sometimes on the sand, and now through beds 

 of bracken which are five or six feet high. At 

 about two miles from Sannox we reach the 

 scene which is known as the Fallen Rocks. As 

 you come nearer a feeling of wonder deepens 

 into something very nearly akin to horror. 

 High above, you see where, in some wild con- 

 vulsion, half the mountain front has fallen 

 away, and then rolled in vast blocks, like a 

 torrent of stone, down to the shore. Some of 

 these huge lumps of rock would weigh over a 

 thousand tons each, and there are hundreds of 

 them. The foremost have reached the water, 

 consequently they bar the path, and you have 

 to climb over them. The shells and the festoon- 

 ing weeds tell you where it is that the sea 

 frequently reaches. Nor is it difficult to imagine 

 what the spectacle must be with a full tide on 

 stormy nights in winter, when the howling 

 waves will rush over the rocks and boil with 



